Tuesday, 13. March 2007, 10:40:27
Damsels Vixens and Femme Fatales, Scripts Quotes Lyrics
FASTER PUSSYCAT, KIILL!KILL! (1965)
The Old Man: You girls a bunch of nudists or are you just short of clothes?
Billie: I'm of legal age for whiskey, voting and loving. Now the next election is two years away, and my love life ain't getting much better, so how about some of that one-hundred-percent!
Gas Station Attendant: [staring at Varla's chest as he pumps gas] Just passing through, huh? Boy, that motor's sure hot! You gals really must have been moving on these little machines. Yessir, the thrill of the open road. New places, new people, new sights of interest. Now that's what I believe in, seeing America first!
Varla: You won't see much of it lookin' there, Columbus!
Gas Station Attendant: Yes ma'am, what can I do for you today?
Varla: Just your job, squirrel. Fill it up!
Tommy: Look, I don't know what the hell your point is, but...
Varla: The point is of no return and you've reached it!
The Old Man: Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president!
Rosie: Alright, you wash... now I'm gonna spin-a-dry you!
Billie: You really should be AM and FM. You one-band broads are a drag!
Billie: Oh, you're cute... like a velvet glove cast in iron.
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen - welcome to violence!
Varla: I never try anything. I just do it. Wanna try me?
Varla: You're all shook up, aren't you, baby?
Tommy: I work on this baby the same way, trying to get maximum performance.
Kirk: [to Varla] You're a beautiful animal... and I'm weak, and I want you.
Billie: [Billie throws Rosie a can of beer to calm her down] Here Rosie baby, pop the top before you blow your own!
Tommy: Been running some timing trials?
Varla: We KNOW how fast WE can go. You can time that heap with an hour-glass.
Linda: Someone mention my figure?
Varla: Drive! And don't miss.
Sunday, 11. March 2007, 14:07:50
Scripts Quotes Lyrics, Cowboys and Desperados
ONE EYED JACKS/ 1961
Bob: [referring to Rio's busted gun hand] It's been six weeks. That hand ain't gettin' no better. I say we lay for Longworth with shotguns and then go rob that bank.
Rio: Ambushin' folks ain't exactly my style, Bob.
Bob: I'd say your style's gettin' a bit slow. We brought you along because you're supposed to be the big man with the iron; but now, I think I could even out pull you.
Rio: [Putting his hand on his gun butt] You're probably right, Bob. You probably could get six into me by the time I get that one into you.
Deputy Lon Dedrick: You got a lot of guts, ain't you kid?
Rio: You're the one with the gut Lon.
Longworth: You've been tryin' to get yourself hung for the last fifteen years Kid. This time I think you might have made it.
Bob: What about Longworth?
Rio: Nothin' about him. In the mornin' I'll kill him and then we'll rob that bank.
Rio: You may be a one eyed jack around here, but I've seen the other side of your face.
Deputy Lon Dedrick: You ain't gettin' no older than tomorrow.
[Longworth has tied up and whipped Rio]
Rio: You better kill me.
Longworth: No, there's no need for that.
[smashes Rio's gun hand with a shotgun butt]
Longworth: Your gun days are over. Put him on a horse.
Louisa: You think that to kill him, will make you a man?
Rio: Well, I don't know 'bout that. But I know that I thought about him every day for five years. And that was the only thing that kept me going.
Bob: This is part that's goin' to tickle you; the sheriff in that town is named Dad Longworth.
[Rio has just bluffed his way out of jail with an empty pistol]
Rio: Looky here, Lon; wasn't loaded.
Bob: Harvey Johnson's about to be a famous name in these parts. You're about to be gunned down by a man named Rio.
[Modesto is attempting to stop Bob from double crossing Rio]
Bob: I'm real disappointed in you, Modesto; pullin' a gun on an old saddle pal like that.
Chico: One more word and I will kill you!
Bob: One more word, huh? Let me see if I can think of one. How about g-r-e-a-s-e-r? Greaser?
[Modesto pulls his trigger and realizes that Bob has unloaded his gun during the night]
Bob: Lookin' for these, Modesto? (throws cartridges at him)
Harvey: (laughing) Eat 'em, greaser.
Chico: (throws his gun at Bob)Banditos!
Bob: You had a good life, Modesto. (shoots him)
Rio: Get up! Get up, you scum suckin' pig!
Rio: I don't know, Dad. You may not want me around too long. You may be retired from robbin' banks, Dad; but I'm still in business.
[Bob and Harvey are watching Longworth whip Rio]
Harvey: We better get down there and do something.
Bob: Do something? Not this old horse; Longworth's got enough shotguns down there to start a war. Besides, this might help get some of that snot-nose out of him.
Rio: Get up, you big tub of guts!
Saturday, 6. January 2007, 07:51:31
Scripts Quotes Lyrics
I am starting a new category here of quotes and excerpts from movies and special song lyrics. I will try to edit this stuff down to the best of (in my opinion.) For example I weeded out about 40% of the stuff from these Taxi Driver quotes after I put them all up here. Lots of the stuff was okay but I cannot put them all on and some are great lines but by secondary characters in forgettable scenes. I tried to get rid of the long monolouges too unless they seem unique. Usually a couple short lines are easy to remember and they can get at the guts of a scene quicker than a bunch of long winded words can.I will refrain from movie comments in these estions and anyway Taxi Driver is a movie beyond my ability to critique.
TAXI DRIVER/1976
[first lines]
[phone rings loudly]
Personnel Officer: Harry, answer that.
Personnel Officer: So whaddya want to hack for, Bickle?
Travis Bickle: I can't sleep nights.
Personnel Officer: There's porno theaters for that.
Travis Bickle: Yeah, I know, I tried that.
Personnel Officer: So now what do you do?
Travis Bickle: I ride around most nights - subways, buses - but you know, if I'm gonna do that I might as well get paid for it.
Personnel Officer: So what is it? Do you need a second job? Are you moonlighting?
Travis Bickle: I... I just want to work long hours. What's moonlighting?Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown nights? South Bronx? Harlem?
Travis Bickle: I'll work anytime, anywhere.
Personnel Officer: Will you work Jewish holidays?
Travis Bickle: Anytime, anywhere.
Travis Bickle: You're a young girl, you should be at home. You should be dressed up, going out with boys, going to school, you know, that kind of stuff.
Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
Travis Bickle: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: One of these days I gotta get myself organizized.
Betsy: Organizized? Dont you mean organized?
Travis Bickle: No, organizized. It's a joke.
Betsy: Oh, like those signs that says, "Thimk".
Sport: See ya later, copper!
Travis Bickle: I'm no cop, man.
Sport: Well, if you are, than it's entrapment already.
Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and just... just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Travis Bickle: The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.
Travis Bickle: June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Personnel Officer: How's your driving record? Clean?
Travis Bickle: It's clean, real clean. Like my conscience.
Travis Bickle: All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.
Wizard: You get a job. You become the job.
Travis Bickle: Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
Passenger: Have you ever seen what a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy? Now that you should see. What a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy that you should see?
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
Travis Bickle: Huh! Huh? Faster than you, fucking scum. Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel. I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move... Don't try it you fuck. You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? OK.
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
Travis Bickle: Let me tell you something. You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in a hell, just like the rest of 'em!
Travis Bickle: You got a .44 magnum?
Travis Bickle: How's everything in the pimp business?
Travis Bickle: I realize now how much she's just like the others, cold and distant, and many people are like that, women for sure, they're like a union.
Travis Bickle: Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
Travis Bickle: Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don't end.
Travis Bickle: I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They... cannot... touch... her.
Travis Bickle: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.
Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?
Travis Bickle: Yeah.
Betsy: You know what you remind me of?
Travis Bickle: What?
Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson.
Travis Bickle: Who's that?
Betsy: A songwriter. 'He's a prophet... he's a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.'
Travis Bickle: [uneasily] You sayin' that about me?
Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?
Travis Bickle: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed.
Iris: I don't like what I'm doing, Sport.
Sport: Ah, baby, I don't want you to like what you're doing. If you like what you're doing, then you won't be my woman.
Passenger: I'm gonna kill her with a .44 Magnum.
Travis Bickle: [Walks up to Sport] Hey Sport.
Sport: Hey, my man. Don't I know you?
Travis Bickle: How's life in the pimp business?
Sport: Don't I know you?
Travis Bickle: Don't I know you? You know Iris?
Sport: I don't know Iris.
Travis Bickle: You don't know anybody named Iris?
Sport: I don't know nobody named Iris! Iris? Come man, go back to your own fucking tribe, before you get hurt. I don't want any trouble.
Travis Bickle: You got a gun?
Sport: Get out of here! Get the fuck out of here!
[flicks his cigarette at him and kicks him]
Travis Bickle: Suck on this!
[pulls out a revolver and shoots Sport in the stomach, then walks away]
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WIDGETIZE